Whelp. Here I am, doing yet ANOTHER story. And I seriously need to update my others -.-
Please tell me if Light Yagami or Jack Frost or any other character is out of character.
I don't live in Japan, but I tried my best with the climate/landscapes/places there that the characters go.
Please please please tell me if I'm doing something wrong!
And feel free to leave ideas in reviews for me! ^-^
Thank you and hope you enjoy!
He never felt like he worked a day in his life. Sure, he protected the children, but he did that anyways. He never gave himself a task on purpose; he always ignored rules.
That one day, he would never forget when he gave himself a job.
It was nighttime. It was dark and cold, and few people were outside in the Kanto region of Japan at this late hour. It had snowed very little that year, as usual, snow falling only on Christmas day in the northern part of Japan, so a certain young winter spirit decided to give it more attention.
A joyful figure dashed in the sky, its dark blue hoodie looking almost black, but the silver hair made it impossible to not be seen.
Jack Frost breathed in deeply, the sharp cold winter air never bothering his nose as it did humans. Indescribable joy filled his heart and he jumped on some rooftops in a cluster of houses. Dogs howled in the warm houses, and angry voices erupted, people trying to vainly calm their dogs. Jack cackled in the glee of creating mischief and he leapt from rooftop to rooftop, the frozen shingles never letting him slip. He stopped and crouched on one roof, and looked at the bright full moon with a wide smile.
"Hey, why am I here?" he asked the moon. "You know, I know why I'm here, here, but why am I... here?"
Silence.
A strange feeling overtook him and he decided to stay in that spot, enjoying the dark looming sky in the distance before his future task of making a snow flurry. He looked at the ground, and disappointment cut his heart. Though the road was covered in about two inches of pure ice, the scant snow was hardened and had flecks of dirt everywhere, contaminating the sparkling snow.
"If these adults wouldn't drive over my beautiful snow, then maybe the snow would be nicer," he grumbled. He looked back at the sky, dotted with shimmering stars. Soon, those stars would be hidden by grey snow-clouds. The silence calmed him.
It was the sudden and sickening feeling of misery that surprised him. It was a complete opposite from the joy he felt just a few minutes before. The dark tendrils of hate and confusion oozed into his mind, and his mind swam. He gasped loudly and almost dropped his staff; the pain filling his heart was making it hard to breathe. As a Guardian of Fun, he always felt when someone wasn't very happy. It was part of his curse. The feeling of extreme sadness grew only stronger, and his veins pulsed. If he hadn't tried to calm himself, he would never have heard small footsteps crunching in the hard leftover snow. He pushed the strong emotions away and peered into the dark.
A small girl slowly came into view between two houses. She looked to be about seventeen, although her size suggested her to be around ten years old.
Squinting, Jack Frost leapt off the rooftop and lightly landed in front of her, causing a slight breeze. The girl gasped and looked up, surprised by the sudden wind in front of her. She squinted in the dark for a minute, then kept walking, shrugging the wind off as a breeze cause by a bird that was hidden in the dark. She put her hands back in her bright blue hoodie pocket. It was then, and only then, did Jack realize that the hoodie pocket was moving, as if her hands were doing something underneath the fabric. He narrowed his eyes and followed her, until she came at a mailbox. When she stopped in the light, Jack took a good look at her. In the dark, he could only make out blond hair pulled back in a ponytail, a salmon colored scarf wrapped expertly around her neck, a petite body frame, and small thin lips. She looked naturally pretty. But what discerned Jack the most was her eyes. The big bright blue orbs looked about her quickly and sharply, pain evidently hiding behind a thin veil of carelessness. The eyes matched the now noticeable down-set of her tiny mouth, and it was then that the Guardian knew the overwhelming feeling of sadness came from her. Jack's own crystal hues softened at her when he figured it out, and he followed her back to her house. She looked at the ground, looking like she was being cautious about the thick ice, but he knew she all she wanted was to dissolve in the frozen water.
Before he knew it, Jack was looking at a front door that just closed shut. He looked back at the moon questioningly. It seemed to sit quietly, prodding him on. His eyes widened and he jumped over a fence that supposedly lead to a backyard and peered in all the windows of the house until he found the window he was looking for. Nose smashed against the window, he looked, and found the girl sitting at a computer, wrapping a thin blanket around her. She turned a computer on and opened Word. She started typing furiously, a poem of some sort... in English. A tear escaped her eyes and she looked more in misery than ever.
Who IS this girl? Jack wondered, and breathed on the glass, fern frost forming on the window from his breath.
I sighed and reviewed my poem, my tears diminishing. I chose to write in English, one of the fastest growing language in popularity. I sighed again, more loudly, but my sighs were ignored from the room adjacent to the den. I closed the document without saving it, and dashed upstairs to my room, carefully locking the door behind me.
My parents... scratch that, the people who currently occupy the space that I live in, would never understand me. They're too busy reading on the murders and crimes that take place, delighting in the most violent and disgusting to even notice that I even was a human being. That I even had feelings. But no, they were the ones who sneered, "Miyuki, practice your English! And your Japanese! And your French! Miyuki, get that A up to higher than one-hundred per-cent! Miyuki, stop talking to that boy! He's a bad influence on you!" But I never answered to their requests. I was fine already in school, top in the class. Well... beside my best and only friend. He always got higher scores than me, and how he did that is beyond me. I think it's because he's a kiss-ass to the teachers. And he's... attractive...
Ring ring!
Well, speak of the devil. I dashed to my desk and answered my phone cheerily, my tone masking my true emotion.
"Hey, Light!"
"... What's wrong?" His voice sounded concerned.
Damn it.
"Oh, the usual," I replied nonchalantly and pressed my new iPhone between my ear and shoulder, and started picking at the skin at my nails. "Hey, I got a new phone!" I said, eager to change the always awkward subject.
"That's great! What is it? Did your parents buy it for you?"
Damn it, Light. You know they never would.
"It's an iPhone and no. I had to work extra shifts these few months to buy it myself," I cut short.
"Oh, so that's where you've been all this time. Now you have a reason to hang out with me from now on," Light cheerily replied.
Honest to God, Light, if you think I'm going out when entrance exams are coming, you've got to be an idiot.
"Light, you know that entrance exams are coming up..."
"Aaaaaand? So?" He asked. A static ruffle sounded over the phone, and I know he finished a homework assignment and was moving on to the next.
"And so that means that we have to stuuuud-y," I said like a person explaining something to a five-year-old. A loud sigh escaped from Light's lips and I pulled my phone away from my ear, startled.
"Okay, you win. But they're not until next month, and we have time. We don't have to cram like the others. Just one date. Pleeeeease!" He playfully whined over the phone, and I gritted my teeth. Why does he have to be so damn formal sometimes and say 'date'? If he said that to another girl that he was only interested as friends, she wouldn't know he meant as friends, and then she'd probably faint. Also, Light wasn't one to joke or 'beg', for lack of better words. So why start now? He's probably just trying to cheer you up, I thought.
"Sure. Whatever. Let's go to Tokyo, I need to buy some stuff anyways," I replied and looked at a fresh wound on my wrist. Pus was already starting to show through the red inflamed area of the burn. I grimaced.
"Won't they get mad?" he asked skeptically, putting extra emphasis on the word 'they'.
"Ah, I'll just say something like... it's a study group that's mandatory to get ready for the exams and at the end, we decided to buy some supplies," I said nonchalantly, but hot fear sliced through me. What if they found out? I'd never be able to speak to Light again. And who in the world would be able to not speak to their best friend?
"Isn't that lying?"
"Light-kun... have you ever known me to not lie when the time presents itself?" I softly asked, half-serious, half-joking.
Pause.
"... Okay, you're right. Hey, I gotta go, but I'll talk to you tomorrow, yes? We'll work out a time and uh... set up our... study group."
He's a good liar.
"Okay... Hey! Thanks for calling me. I needed that," I softly added at the end, my mask of happiness shattered.
"Of course, Miyu-chan," Light replied, equally soft. The line ended.
My phone dropped from my hands and I folded my arms across my body, hugging myself. The world swam before my eyes, and I dropped my head to my chest, tears freely falling...
Outside, a saddening young Guardian watched as her body shook with sobs.
Who was this girl?
And why was she so miserable?
In another part of town, the first criminal died of a sudden heart attack.
